There are only about a few hundred people living in the Snow Lotus tribe, and they are all mortal undead without any cultivation.
Ning Fan glanced sideways through the giant wooden wall and could see a tall wooden frame and a blazing bonfire in the center of the tribe.
At the bonfire, some young herdsmen from the Snow Lotus tribe slaughtered cattle and sheep for roasting, and there were also many women in Hu clothes dancing around the bonfire.
Whether it is a man or a woman, their eyes are as pure as the ice and snow on the snow-capped mountains, without any palace.
Looking at this scene, Ning Fan suddenly felt peaceful in his heart... The Snow Lotus Tribe is a hospitable and peaceful tribe that has nothing to do with the world.
Away from fights, away from hustle and bustle, away from intrigues... It's a great place, but it's a pity that it doesn't belong to him.
"Brother Ning, you are actually an immortal master? You are so awesome! Can you summon the 'Barbarian God'? Can you summon the 'Dead Soldier'? I heard that there are many immortal masters in the Imperial Tomb, and they can all summon the Barbarian God. , Summoning dead soldiers, an immortal master can defeat tens of thousands of people. Do you know these immortal skills?" Xi Lian asked with admiration.
"No..." I can only kill people. Naturally, he would not say the second half of the sentence, so as not to frighten the little girl.
"You can't summon barbarian gods and dead soldiers. What a pity..." The girl was a little disappointed.
Several big men guarding the tribe's gate had already reported Ning Fan's arrival to the clan leader.
The patriarch of the Snow Lotus Tribe is a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard named Xisa. He was originally discussing important matters with the tribe elders.
But upon hearing the arrival of Ning Fan, the Immortal Master, he was immediately frightened and did not dare to neglect. He blew the horn and led all the warriors and women of the tribe to welcome Ning Fan.
"I have seen Master Ning!" Xisa said in awe.
Ning Fan sighed softly. He had just entered the imperial tomb and met Xi Lian by chance. At Xi Lian's invitation, he wanted to visit the Snow Lotus Department. But he never thought that his arrival would frighten this peaceful tribe.
So he shook his head and said comfortingly.
"Don't worry, everyone. Ning is just passing by the Snow Lotus Department. He will leave after a glass of water and wine. He will never harm half of the lives of the Snow Lotus Department."
Upon hearing that Ning Fan was just passing by the Snow Lotus Tribe and would not hurt anyone, the Xisa clan leader breathed a sigh of relief and said enthusiastically,
"Since Master Ning is passing by my Snow Lotus Department, he is a guest of my Snow Lotus Department. There are no others in my Snow Lotus Department, but there is a lot of good wine and meat. Come here! Roast the fattest beef and mutton, and prepare the best Lotus wine. Welcome. Great Immortal Master Ning!”
"okay!"
The atmosphere couldn't help but become heated. Those Snow Lotus herdsmen who were originally afraid of Ning Fan's pulse-opening cultivation now put down their fear a little and entertained Ning Fan with good wine and meat.
Ning Fan did not use any more cultivation skills, he did not want to scare these mortal undead.
No condescending behavior whatsoever. Just like a mortal, sitting quietly under the bonfire, eating meat, drinking wine, and laughing with the elders of the Snow Lotus Tribe.
Ning Fan is a monk and has experienced a lot. His conversational skills impressed countless elders from the Snow Lotus Tribe.
His ability to drink was extraordinary, and there were many young warriors in the Snow Lotus tribe who competed with him for drinks, but none of them could drink Ning Fan down. As long as Ning Fan doesn't want to get drunk and his heart is not drunk, people will not get drunk. His drinking capacity also impressed a young warrior.
Occasionally, several enthusiastic Hu girls invited Ning Fan to dance with them, but Ning Fan had no choice but to refuse. He didn't know how to dance...but then he took over the Qiang flute from a herdsman and started playing it to dance with the barbarian girls.
The sound of the flute is simple and melodious, and what is simple is Ning Fan's heart.
The sound of the flute also contains an indelible sound of fighting and iron horses, which is the past killings that Ning Fan cannot erase in his lifetime.
His flute sound impressed countless girls from the Snow Lotus tribe, as well as the little girl from Xilian.
Many women with bright eyes looked secretly at Ning Fan, but Ning Fan turned a blind eye. He just raised his head and looked at the getting late sky, at the dusk, and at the bright moon rising in the night...
He put down his Qiang flute and practiced Taoism for more than forty years, feeling as if he was in a dream.
Wandering in a foreign land with no branches to rely on...all the pursuits of monks are like empty dreams and misty moon...
It was getting late, but the bonfire was even brighter.
Ning Fan seemed to have forgotten the noise in his ears. He closed his eyes, listened to the crackling of the flames in the bonfire, and recalled his life's past.
Fame and wealth are illusory, cultivation is illusory, power is illusory, beauty is illusory, good and evil are illusory, dreams are illusory, moonlight is illusory... these are all illusory... but emptiness, what is it!
"What a void!"
Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, revealing an enlightened expression.
When he entered the imperial tomb, he originally wanted to explore the details of the imperial tomb, but he never expected that he would be surrounded by scenes of peaceful mortals in the Snow Lotus tribe, which would arouse his thoughts and enlightenment.
And this enlightenment turned out to be the enlightenment of the word "virtual"!
Although he unexpectedly broke through the Wenxu level in the Star Palace, and although he was already a mid-stage barbarian demon comparable to Wenxu, he had never thought carefully about the word "Xu".
The question he asked himself at this moment, 'What is emptiness', was exactly the question that all monks who peeped into the emptiness would ask their hearts before peeping into the void!
Once you understand clearly what the void is, you can have a glimpse of the void!
Once you have mastered Xu's veins, you can ask Xu!
If you step on the sea of emptiness, you can rise to the void!
If you are above the void, you can be too void!
Ning Fan suddenly smiled. It seemed that this time he entered the imperial tomb, and he could truly understand the true meaning of the word "Xu".
At this moment, he is just a wisp of his soul, just one level of pulse-opening... But in the imperial tomb, going all the way to make the soul reach the cultivation level of the original body again will be a good opportunity to re-understand the path of cultivating demons.
While he was thinking this way, outside the Snow Lotus tribe, there was suddenly the faint sound of horse hooves, mixed in the night wind, and at least thousands of cavalry were rising up with murderous intent.
The sound of the horse's hooves was very soft and far away, making it difficult for mortals to distinguish, but it could not be hidden from Ning Fan's ears.
Ning Fan put down the wine bottle and sighed softly. It seems that the Snow Lotus Tribe has encountered a great disaster. The discussion between the Xisa clan leader and the clan members today is probably related to this great calamity...
He hugged his fist to Chief Xisa and said goodbye, "Thank you very much, Chief Xisa for the wine. Ning Fan has something to do, so I'll take my leave."
The Xisa clan leader was startled and didn't understand why Ning Fan wanted to leave even though he was half drunk.
But of course he didn't dare to stop Ning Fan from staying or leaving. If Ning Fan wanted to leave, he would immediately take someone to see him off.
Ning Fan waved his hand, holding the Qiang flute presented by the Snow Lotus Department, and quietly disappeared into the night.
Xi Lian and many other girls from the Snow Lotus tribe sighed quietly as they looked at Ning Fan's thin back. It seems to have touched the girl's feelings...
It's just that Ning Fan can't leave a footprint for them, and he won't tell the Snow Lotus Department the purpose of leaving.
He is going to kill people and eliminate enemies for the Snow Lotus Tribe. Don't let those thousands of cavalry massacre the Snow Lotus tribe with blood.
Thirty miles away from the Snow Lotus Department, at the foot of the Snow Mountain, a snow river left from the mountain. By the river, there are nearly 5,000 finely decorated horsemen stationed here.
These five thousand Hu cavalry were holding three big flags, namely the Ghost Wolf Tribe, Xiao Lang Tribe, and An Lang Tribe.
The reason why the five thousand Huqi from these three tribes appeared here has only one purpose, and that is to attack and kill the Snow Lotus tribe thirty miles away!
"Haha, I heard that the Snow Lotus tribe has many cattle and sheep. There are also many women with fine skin and tender meat. Hehe, my three tribes worked together to bloodbath the Snow Lotus tribe and divided up those cattle, sheep, women, and slaves. How about it!"
"good!"
The three tribal leaders were discussing the major matter of massacring the Snow Lotus tribe. Suddenly, a sentry noticed a young man in white walking towards them in the night.
Several scouts immediately bent their bows and set arrows, and shot at the young man in white who suddenly approached the army. The arrows were whistling fiercely.
But several arrows had not yet approached the young man. Suddenly, the young man waved his sleeves, and all the arrows turned into ashes and disappeared.
The young man in white took one step forward and suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"How is that possible!" Before the scouts could figure out the situation, a blood hole as thick as a thumb suddenly appeared on each of the forehead bones. Blood splattered in the sky, his horse fell off his horse, and he died in the west.
Several sentries died so strangely!
hiss!
Several war horses neighed in fear, alarming five thousand horsemen!
"Who is this person! He just charged into three of my armies and killed me as a sentinel!" a leader said angrily.
Ning Fan suddenly appeared, standing coldly in the night, blocking the way of the five thousand troops.
"Do you want to attack the Snow Lotus Tribe?" Ning Fan just asked lightly.
"So what? Do you want to single-handedly stand up for the Snow Lotus Tribe against my five thousand army?" the leader said disdainfully.
"Yes!" Ning Fan said indifferently.
"You alone?" A leader looked mockingly. In his opinion, Ning Fan's desire to fight against an army of 5,000 men by himself was a fool's errand.
"Why are you standing up for the Snow Lotus Tribe! How many cattle, sheep, and beauties have the Snow Lotus Tribe given you? I will give you double portions. You help us attack the Snow Lotus Tribe!" Another leader said cautiously. He saw several sentries die in strange ways, and were killed by Ning Fan almost instantly.
From this point of view, Ning Fan is very brave and has the value of recruiting.
"..."
Ning Fan didn't say anything more.
He neither cares about the ridicule of others nor will he be tempted by others.
He would rather kill someone without a reason, why should he explain it!
If you must find a reason, then there is only one reason.
He kills people not for glory and wealth, but for a favor.
As soon as his figure flashed, Ning Fan raised his Qiang flute and activated the magic power of the first level of Pimai.
The ordinary Qiang flute made of oil bamboo fell into Ning Fan's hands and became a terrifying murder weapon, even more powerful than a low-grade flying sword!
laugh! laugh! laugh!
Dozens of Hu riders in the vanguard were all killed by Qiang flutes piercing their forehead bones in just an instant and fell off their horses.
The three Huqi leaders looked horrified. Ning Fan's killing method of controlling the Qiang flute was no longer a mortal martial arts, but an 'immortal magic' that could only be seen in the Central Region!
"Immortal, Immortal Master! This person is actually an Immortal Master! He is an Immortal Master from the Central Realm!"
"An immortal master can slaughter tens of thousands of mortals. Damn it! A mere Snow Lotus Tribe, a small tribe of only a few hundred people. No matter how many cattle and sheep there are, it is impossible to invite an immortal master... This immortal master Why should you help them!"
"No matter! After all, there is only one person, and we have five thousand horsemen fighting for our lives with him!"
The three leaders showed ferocious expressions. As soon as they blew their horns, five thousand horsemen immediately took their bows and fired arrows at Ning Fan. The arrows were like meteors chasing the moon, and they were thick and dense in the cold night.
Ning Fan looked at the five thousand arrows, his eyes unmoved. His figure flickered and disappeared like a ghost. All five thousand arrows were shot empty.
The spells he cast were only minor spells of the Pulse Level level, just to make him invisible. With his soul-splitting cultivation at the first level of Pimai, he could only cast low-level spells, which seemed to be back to the days when he first cultivated demons.
But to mortals, invisibility is already a terrifying magical power!
laugh! laugh! laugh! ,
Every time Qiang Di takes action, dozens of people will die.
In this dark night, Ning Fan was the only one fighting one-sidedly!
It is true that he would not bully mortals with his magic power, but Ning Fan would not care at all about thugs like these five thousand Hu Qi who bullied others with their power. Just kill directly.
The night fades, and the morning light shines on the snow-capped mountains.
Ning Fan stepped over five thousand corpses and walked indifferently towards the other end of the snow mountain.
In the Snow Lotus Department. Chief Xisa still had a worried expression.
He had received news that the Ghost Wolf Division and three other Hu Qi tribes were going to massacre the Snow Lotus Division. But the news seems to be inaccurate. The Ghost Wolf Division did not attack with Hu Cavalry... What is going on?
For three consecutive days, the Snow Lotus tribe was still safe and sound. ,
In the past three days, the Snow Lotus herdsmen who went out to investigate discovered a terrifying scene at the foot of the Snow Mountain thirty miles away!
Five thousand barbarians were all killed!
The murderer's methods were extremely horrific. It seemed that some kind of special weapon was used to pierce the forehead bones of all the Huqi, leaving blood holes as thick as a thumb on the forehead bones of all the corpses.
Judging from the battlefield situation, there is only one murderer!
"He killed five thousand cavalry from the Ghost Wolf Tribe and others with his own strength! This is really terrifying!" Including the leader of the Xisa clan. Every Snow Lotus herdsman was deeply shocked.
At the same time, I felt lucky. After all, these five thousand Hu Qi were going to attack the Snow Lotus Tribe. If the mysterious killer hadn't killed all the Hu Qi, these Hu Qi would have massacred the Snow Lotus Tribe three days ago.
"It seems that we should thank that mysterious master... I just don't know who this master will be..." All the Snow Lotus herdsmen lamented.
"It's him! It's Brother Ning!" Only Xilian cried with joy.
She recognized the wounds and bloody holes in the foreheads of the corpses...which were caused by the Qiang flute specially made by the Snow Lotus Department.
And can kill five thousand cavalry with an ordinary Qiang flute made by the Snow Lotus Department. There may be only one person with such ability...
"Brother Ning..." The girl looked into the distance, feeling grateful and sighing.
She thanked Ning Fan for saving the Snow Lotus Department without asking for anything in return.
She also sighed, sighing that Ning Fan would never come back.
"This is not his home. He is not a returnee, he is just a passerby..."
...
Ning Fan climbed over the snow-capped mountains and walked for three more days.
The Tomb of the Thunder Emperor is very mysterious. Every time you kill an undead with cultivation level, you will definitely get a thunder fruit similar to the Tao Fruit. The mana contained is roughly equivalent to one percent of the normal Tao Fruit medicinal power.
Ning Fan killed five thousand people but didn't get any thunder fruit, naturally because these people were just mortals.
But during the three days of crossing the snow-capped mountains, Ning Fan discovered dozens of spiritual beasts with the cultivation of pulse-opening in the depths of the snow-capped mountains.
These spiritual beasts are extremely terrifying to mortals, but they are not worth mentioning to Ning Fan.
These spirit beasts attacked Ning Fan sneakily, but Ning Fan killed them with a wave of his hand, and obtained more than twenty Pulse-Opening Thunder Fruits.
After Ning Fan took more than twenty Pulse Pulse Thunder Fruits, his soul-splitting cultivation broke through the fifth level of Pulse Pulse in one fell swoop.
This cultivation level happened to be the cultivation level he had when he was the young master of Qimei!
He stood at the other end of the snow-capped mountain, walking in the night, looking up at the bright moon, looking back at the world like smoke...
"Fifth level of pulse opening..."
His body is healing itself using the Black Star technique.
And his split soul will continue to walk in the imperial tomb, and improve this split soul to a higher level!
Pulse meridians, integrate spirits, golden elixir, Yuanying, transform into gods, refine the void...
Step by step, build the road again!
And this path will not take too much time. With his magical power, it only takes an extreme amount of time to cultivate this soul to an extremely high level.
"It's just that in my heart, I still haven't figured it out...what is virtual..."
He looked at the bright moon and felt that the mortal world was getting further and further away, unthinkable...
What is virtual...
On the fourth day, he walked to the other side of a snow-capped mountain, which was a small water town.
On the lake, boats with awnings kept coming and going, and from time to time a young girl waved to Ning Fan on the shore.
But Ning Fan never said anything, he just stood on the bridge, looking at the flowing water under his feet, waiting for the dark night, looking at the moonlight reflection in the water, and seemed to have some enlightenment.
One day, two days, three days...
On the sixth day, he looked at the shadow of the night moon in the water, and threw a warm stone to scatter the waves on the lake surface, and the moon shadow was scattered.
In an instant, he understood!
"Void is just the scattered moonlight!"
